| Ayo, Dom Pérignon pissing
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| Panamera pineapple with the apple ceiling
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| That’s fruits of our labor right?
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| Audemars hand flipping on my a-alike
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| Alexander… Wang or McQueen having dreams
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| Of Rosé bubble baths and drying off with cream
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| I need a plug like Rayful’s
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| Addiction to Thom Browne sweatsuits
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| And every gold Jesús
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| That rusty ass trey-deuce will do yo' ass filthy
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| That retro Versace button up so silky
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| Drop head landed on the curb, I threw my B’s up
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| TEC with the air conditioner, nigga ease up
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| My flow is so extravagant
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| Y’all niggas lacking it
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| Don’t think for one second I ain’t packing it
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| Immaculate, true
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| Style spectacular, yes
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| Jewelry got me all fresh
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| Actually I’m the best
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| Not a S on my chest, saw a vest on my chest
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| I had the McFly’s on you couldn’t step in my checks
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| So here we go, yo
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| Murder was the case that they gave me
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| I killed the Hermès store, somebody save me
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| So here we go, yo
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| Murder was the case that they gave me
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| I killed the Hermès store, somebody save me
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| So here we go, yo
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| Murder was the case that they gave me
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| I killed the Hermès store, somebody save me
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| So here we go
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| So if the devil wears Prada, Adam Eve wear nada
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| I’m in between but way more fresher
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| Ayo, fresher than fresh
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| Doper than dope
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| So much fishscale, that the scale done broke
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| The Margiel’s murder she wrote, Cartier locs
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| Fiending, put the MAC to your throat
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| We known for crack dealing
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| Ferrari jeep with the glass ceiling
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| Fashion week, pull a gat out on Raf Simmons
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| Mayo jars got us famous, sporting (?)
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| Picked up the triple beam
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| Kiss the Lord, we finally made it
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| I had to flush that big eight when the pigs raided
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| I know some dealers that been caged in since Reagan
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| I’m so fucking amazing
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| Feel the when you open it
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| Immaculate, true
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| Style spectacular, yes
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| Jewelry got me all fresh
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| Actually I’m the best
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| Not a S on my chest, saw a vest on my chest
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| I had the McFly’s on you couldn’t step in my checks
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| So here we go, yo
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| Murder was the case that they gave me
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| I killed the Hermès store, somebody save me
|
| So here we go, yo
|
| Murder was the case that they gave me
|
| I killed the Hermès store, somebody save me
|
| So here we go, yo
|
| Murder was the case that they gave me
|
| I killed the Hermès store, somebody save me
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| So here we go
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| So if the devil wear Prada, Adam Eve wear nada
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| I’m in between but way more fresher |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rayfuls Plug , by - Westside Gunn. Song from the album Hitler's Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп